And though I’d give anything for those handmade pieces now (I could easily see them on sale at Anthropologie), I found myself craving one thing: Limited Too mediocrity.It wasn't until I received my first formal Indian outfit that my mindset began to change. I was 10 and on my first trip to India that I actually remembered. My mom hauled me into a store in New Delhi, where I was fitted for my first lehenga (similar to a sari, with less fabric and wrap-around drama).

Consisting of a swirling, silver skirt that rested at the top of my non-existent hips and a cropped, dark blue, velvet top with silver stitching on the bodice, it was the most beautiful piece of clothing I’d ever seen. It was also the first Indian outfit I had that wasn’t a hand-me-down, sewn by my grandmother, or a dance costume; it was fitted exactly to my little 10-year-old body instead of uncomfortably cinching my waist in the wrong places.

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